Okay so I made this up in about two minutes and wrote it in about an hour, so it might have some typos... I'll edit it as I find them. For now it's only an idea but hopefully something good, like a decent case for out fav duo in TT, will come out of this. If not, well, I'll leave some fluff to make it up to you!

Thanks for reading, have fun, and I'll see you in the author's notes below!

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"Little Guy, can I borrow you for a moment?"

The question was nothing out of the ordinary. Little Guy smiled. Anyone who heard their conversations would say she had never "borrowed him", but rather, she practically owned him. However, he didn't say anything, answering a nice "Of course, Dr. Kimishima. How can I help?"

"We're going to the airport in two hours, we're catching a flight. Be ready by then and meet me there" he blinked.

"Woah, okay. Where to?"

"I'll tell you once we get there"

"What about Alyssa, though, are you leaving her alone?"

"Don't be ridiculous, of course not. She's friends with one of my neighbor's kid, and she'll be staying with them until we return."

"Understood. For how long...?"

"At least a week" Little Guy didn't even doubt, so he deserved some answers, she decided.

"Very well... Will I need to prepare clothing for winter or summer?" she smiled. That was cheating~

"Get both, Little Guy, cause I'm not telling you where we're going" he laughed

"Okay, okay..."

He cut the transmission, and she tilted her head. So he was serious...?

Two hours later, as she had said, they were both in the airport, getting ready to catch a flight. It was a very particular flight: it didn't say where it went. Or perhaps it did, Little Guy wasn't exactly sure, because following Naomi around such a crowded place was proving to be difficult enough as it was, and he still hadn't had the chance to look around or ask. She carried a small suitcase, just like him, but she seemed to know her way through the place quite well. He stopped paying attention after a while, following her lead without questioning it. It was no use, after all, he'd find out sooner or later, and if he needed any vaccine or anything like that, she'd let him know.

He was oblivious to the side glances he received from his curious partner, who led him around without a word, until they were seated in the airplane. Then, she produced her recorder from her purse and gave it to him.

"Listen carefully to these testimonies. They were found in a CD in our last case. Might be important, hm?" he nodded, taking the headphones and started to listen to them. While he did that, the plane took off. It took him only a few minutes to sort through them all, and then gave it back to Naomi.

"Seems like out last killer wasn't working alone... His friends must be very good."

"I think there are two more. And... this is only speculation, but one of them could be a woman." he nodded.

"We'll find out, then. Is this why we're travelling?"

"In part, yeah"

"But...?" she smirked

"I'm proving a point, but that's aside our job." he nodded.

"Okay, then, let me know if I can be useful somehow"

She only smiled lightly back, wondering if he really had meant what he said back then... no, it was impossible. No one just does that, no one just trusts someone with their lives so easily.

The flight was long, Little Guy found out after a while. He turned to his side to find Naomi asleep, and he figured it would take even more time to reach their destiny. Upon listening again to the recordings of the killer, he found some noise in the background, and pulling out his laptop, started to work on isolating it.

Naomi woke to the pleasant smell of orange juice. The plane crew was serving dinner, and Little Guy had his already. He pointed to her side, where a young man was waiting for her to decide on her meal. Doing so quickly, she fixed her hair and looked at her clock. Ah, well, she hadn't slept too long...

For the rest of the flight, she simply observed how Little Guy worked on the audio files. She wasn't very good with computers, so she didn't make any comments about his job. Instead, she looked at him. He was concentrated, but his cheeks acquired a cute pink shade whenever he looked up and found her staring. He'd acknowledge her with a small smile and go back to whatever he was doing. He mused under his breath as he worked, she discovered, and expressed a great range of emotions as he did. It was... it was kinda cute. It made her smile more than once when he scolded himself for doing something wrong, or once, when he imitated her scolding him for something, in a mocking voice, before realizing she was still here. She laughed, and he blushed darkly, stammering apologies she couldn't dismiss because of the laughter. He ended up shutting up for a while after that, until he forgot about her again.

Once they were in land, there was no way she could avoid it anymore, and soon Little Guy found himself in...

"Why are we in Venice?!" he seemed impressed, she could tell. She smirked

"Why not?"

"I thought we were working on a case?" she nodded "You know we can't do anything here right?" she nodded again "Then?!"

"Proving a point. Don't look at me like that, this is not our final destination. We have another flight to catch, after all" he seemed to relax, just a little

"Where to?"

"You'll find out when we get there" he sighed

"Alright... When is that?"

"It doesn't take off until tomorrow's morning, we'll have to spend the night in the airport's hotel. We already have a room" he arched an eyebrow, but didn't ask... because he was going to find out anyway.

"Alright. Lead the way, then, since you're the one who seems to know what's going on"

"Don't worry. I know what I'm doing"

"It's fine, I trust you."

They walked through the airport, each one lost in their thoughts. Why was Little Guy being so compliant? This wasn't any random stuff, she was taking him somewhere he didn't know, without more info than 'I'll be there too', why wasn't he angry, or scared, or at the very least, asking questions? Had he meant it...? Why was Naomi going through all this trouble for a secondary lead on a case she had hated since the beginning, a lead that wasn't even a case for her, but for the police? What did she want from him...?

After being mistaken as a couple and receiving a room with just one bed, and without the energy to argue with anyone, they took it as it was and flopped down on opposite sides of the bed. Little Guy, having worked during most of the flight, was out cold in no time. Naomi, on the contrary, stayed awake for a while longer, watching him sleep. He had changed his clothes for some sweatpants and a blue shirt and was tucked in the bed tightly, apparently sleeping like a log. She wondered if he'd be dreaming something. She hoped it was something nice...

Little Guy's alarm woke them up to the weirdest situation they had encountered yet, however, after disentangling themselves from each other and the bed sheets, they headed for their next flight without a word about it, even though the blush on their faces said more than enough. This time, it was a short flight, and as Little Guy could notice, it was a flight back to America, but this time, it was nowhere near Portland. It was to the other side of the country! He frowned, but she provided no explanation, and, knowing it would be useless to ask, he sighed, and looked around.

'What is this woman thinking... what does she want from me... and why can't she just say it clearly instead of making us both run around the world?!'

TO BE CONTINUED.

Well, did you like it?

It's a bit rough, I'm sure I could have done better, I'll try to make it up in future chapters!

Hopefully I'll update soon, seeing as how this is something Bluie will remind me of (?)

Leave a review if you liked it and want me to keep writing it!

~Lena Lawlipop